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G Love And Special Sauce Superhero Brother Who's Got The Weed Ohhhhhhhhhh.. (exhale) Can I get you on film doing that? What? No, no, not on film We'll get a f'ing court case ...put it on YouTube... Don't put anything like this on YouTube Who's got the weed? I got the weed Who's got the weed? I got the weed My momma always used to say, Hey G, baby, don't smoke the reefer It will make you lazy I really should have listened cause she might have saved me, but I was too young and I was too, too crazy but I got so much love for my mother but still I praise the j, then I pass it to a brother cause a friend for me, is a friend indeed and I got plenty of friends that smoke a lotta weed no seeds, I roll the herb in a cone like a tornado pass around a circle real fast, like a hot potato and then i feel my fingers grip, reality start to slip the joint is now a roach cause i just had a huge hit of the carba vapors... vapors vapors vapors.... vapors vapors [cough] and I'm singing Who's got the weed? I got the weed Who's got the weed? I got the weed Hit that Pharcyde crew see, yeah you know they smoke a lot sip Henny, living with skinnies I know they poke a lot I know they got pot in japan by some bobo cops and ... like flo-jo I know he smoke that hydroponic chronic on the low go and skimpy claimin' sober but I know he wanna go-go ... graduated from being fair to being wasted tastin' life that you never tasted wheres the big party, just a little bit more than average, caps, stems, lettuce and cabbage I know they got the papers so that we can cast the vapors, freestyle, awake the neighbors, I know he wont forsake us pick up some dirt, put em work like undertakers if they don't, then just break 'em off, they gotta bake makes you humble for the pot, I know he's accustomed to the cake come on, lets listen to some six-pack of crumbs and shake Who's got the weed? I got the weed (look at his eyes!) Who's got the weed? I got the weed (his eyes are allll crazy) I got the crip, crip I keep it next to my hip I'm going to the airport, I'm going on a trip I hope I don't get slipped by the feds cause I got this ounce of buddah right down my leg yo, its not cool! It's stinking up the whole damn row, The stewardess is lookin' at me, and I think that she knows I try spraying my body down with all this cologne, but the stench is creeping into the front row, It's just the homegrown from the backyard, keep it in my pocket if I go to the bar So if you wanna hit, just buy me a drink and don't worry, I got more of that funky green shit Wanna smoke this? I dont know... Lets not get out of hand with this now... haha And I'm singing Who's got the weed? I got the weed (look at them eyes, man) Who's got the weed? I got the weed And I'm singing Who's got the weed? I got the weed... (I got it) Who's got the weed? I got the weed Hey man, talk to me man What? Huh? What? What were we just... What were we just talking about? |
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